The vice president patted him on the shoulder and said, "Boy, your father is dead and you can't keep this ship, so why not sell it to me."
Lin Yuan lowered his head, like a rural youth who was at a loss: "I... I'll think about it."
Everyone laughed.
What kind of waste can a poor boy with a debt of 300,000 yuan and who can't even sell fish make out?
——But no one saw that the young man with his head lowered had already read all the secrets on his face in the 0.3 Seconds he turned around.
1970, Hokkaido fishing village. A 36-year-old criminal psychology professor who traveled through time and became a fisherman at the lowest level.
No one knows what this honest-looking poor boy has in his mind - micro-expression recognition, FBI behavioral analysis, game theory, and a set of forbidden techniques used by Eastern emperors to control people's hearts two thousand years ago.
He was in no hurry to show off his sword.
He likes to make others laugh first, be proud first, and show all his cards first.
Then, a one-shot comeback.
The vice president thought he was sure of victory? Three sentences made the old fox sweat soaked through his shirt.
Five-party melee in kelp bidding? Smiling and nodding throughout the whole process, the audience was rewarded at the last second.
The underworld comes to collect protection money? I poured a cup of tea respectfully, and after saying a few words, the other party never came back for a second time.
From being in debt of 300,000 yuan, to making tens of millions of dollars during the oil crisis, to being dominated by politics and business in Tokyo——
Throughout the Showa era, no one really saw through him.
Until one day, he met a woman at a banquet of powerful people.
The woman smiled at him, behaved well, spoke perfectly—
But for the first time, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Because there is nothing that can be read on her face
